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Bali Ha’i will whisper in the wind of the sea: “Here am I, your special island! Come to me, come to me!”
Winter in New England is full of unforeseen challenges. The New Hampshire farmhouse furnace, which is about three decades old and has been limping along for the past five or more years on replacement belts and magic, has been officially pronounced dead today, or...
Bring it on home to me
By the second week of January, most of my resolutions for the Year of No seemed to have fallen by the proverbial wayside, which I envision as a grimy urban curb strewn with cigarette butts, used condoms, and good intentions, like the road to hell. I had kept exactly...
I’ve seen it before, it happens all the time
Mae West said, “To err is human, but it feels divine.” How right she was, to a certain extent. It’s been quite a while since I did anything really bad, dammit. The errors I make these days are modest in scope, caused largely by unintended social klutziness: rushing...